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my body a mess from the stress and the strain and the same thing everyday so tired of the push and the pull the bitch and the bull all the time fed up with the lack and the slack and the do-nothing jackass i'm with done in by the weight of the world i don't live in i quit. |
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hold me at arm's length like you would a snake it's in my nature to catch you looking the other way and get my teeth in and out before you feel it hit while still rubbing the spot that's already been bit. ~3/3/06 |
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i am useless to you when i am not nude and willing i am undesireable when i am clothed and human i am worthless if i am too sick to swallow i am nothing when i am not your receptacle. |
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i hate sleeping. waste of time. hate doing anything because i have to. and sometimes i have to sleep. i have strange dreams of enormous houses coming out of cliffs with hundreds of rooms and hundreds of enemies chasing me and i fly. but it's more like a leap a bounding over trees sort of thing. and i can't seem to stop a rubberband girl a pogo stick person leaping landing leaping. and they can't stop chasing me through door upon door over tree upon tree and i can't be stopped so it's circular monotony broken only by the ever-changing scenery. so i wake more exhausted than before i tried this sleep thing. ~03/19/06 |
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were i to need a friend, indeed, someone to feed my head don't do me any favours be my enemy instead if i should fall within your reach to offer me a hand don't do me any favours leave me alone to stand should you notice if i bleed from some neglected wound don't pause to make a tourniquet it will be over soon and when i die, as i have lived, quite brusque and suddenly don't do me any favours by speaking well of me. 19 April 2006 by d~ |
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you raise the beast in me make me want to rip the strings from your guitars and strangle you and mangle your remains. |
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i am not yours to bend to break to mend to have to hold to fold inside some lie to buy to charm to wear a prize on your arm not yours to harm to lose to find to amuse to design a new frame of mind to cure.... i am mine not yours. 15 May 2006 |
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i took the hints too far which one will do when they've waited for hints without hope for this long i am not a paper doll to line up hand to hand with all the other paper dolls one big smiling happy family what was my quiet hunger is now an obvious growl and hard to hide when i can smell your fear |
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you say you didn't say that but you did not five seconds ago but you wouldn't know you're not here right now i'd sell my soul for a playback so you would be forced to face it yourself as i too often see it obtuse and mean and without reason pushing buttons warning, warning you don't care you are omniscient in your goggles and your loud talk talk talk when you never say anything sober |
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you miserable fucking man you do all that you can to make us feel the shit you spill you miserable fucking man you senseless sot-buffoon you ruler of the room you drivel on you're right, we're wrong you know it all, it's true you always call me bitch to punctuate your fit an old routine that only means you're nothing but a git and a jackass with no plan who wobbles when he stands and cannot see that we see he's a miserable fucking man |